With a calm music, a soft zephyring spring that came exhilaratingly like a young bride with a bloom upon her face, Mildred beamed, swaying her head to the music her headphones flushed into her. With the smile on the girl's face, anyone could tell she was long gone; in a complete manner, the teenager had lost herself in a fantasy.

While the girl sat on her bed with her eyes shut; absent to the world around her, ears deaf to any sound but music, soul dancing on a cloud with a Prince Charming, the pervert stood in front of her door in a human form, watching her in a ghastly rage.

He still wasn't over what she and her family had done to his brothers and him. Her smiles and calmness weren't helping in anyway, it was only fueling the flame. The pervert had felt the need to use his power of telekinesis in flinging her outside through the window, but his conscious had held him back. It wouldn't make much of a sense to throw someone out the window because of a picture. But it wasn't just any picture.

It was the only memory they had left of their parents and baby sister, even though in the photo she was just a fetus. The thought of never looking at his parents again wounded his heart deeply. When he could no longer watch the cause of the pain he was going through smile, he stomped towards her and pulled the headphones from her head, flinging it to the corner of the room.

The teenage girl snapped back to reality in shock. She was gripped by fear as she stared into the green-eyed stranger that was staring back into her blue eyes with pour rage. He could devastate her if only his conscious would give him a go-ahead.

"Where's it?!" he yelled at her face.

His harsh words sent chills down her spine, making her shiver. The girl tried letting out her fears by screaming but she couldn't pull her lips apart no matter how hard she tried. The pervert gave her a fierce stare, crawling into her bed. The frightened girl pushed herself backward, still trying to scream. Her parents were downstairs, if only she could scream they'd come running to her aid.

"I said, where's it?" he asked quietly, still crawling towards her while she pushed herself to the wall, swallowing hard.

"For the last time, where. Is. It?" as he spilled out the last word from his mouth, he gripped Mildred's collar, in a twinkle of an eye he had teleported to the rooftop with his right hand still on Mildred's shirt. He held her out of the rooftop in a threatening manner. Any wrong move he'd release the girl, letting her fall to her doom.

The girl who was terrified of height looked below. She swallowed hard at the view; it was a long way down. A gust of wind blew at her direction, making matter worse for her. It swirled her ebony hair, she shivered as horrifying thoughts filled her head 'what if I fall?'. The girl slowly turned her head back to the stranger whose green eyes hadn't moved an inch from her. She noticed the flames in his eyes as the wind blew his frosty medium length hair off his face. The looks on his face gave her the creeps. She needed to be as far as possible from him and the rooftop. She could think of no other way to get the stranger to take her away from the tips of her death, other than begging for his mercy. She begged with pleading eyes even when she knew she had done nothing wrong unto him. It'd all be worth it if he ended up accepting her pleads.

As she pleaded with him not to let her go, she heard a faint voice from afar calling out her name. It was her mother's voice, the person who'd save her the early death; so she thought. A beam of hope gained track of her but not until she realised whenever the voice got louder which means it was closer, the stranger loosened his grip on her collar. The girl's heart missed a beat, forming a pond of tears in her eyes. She begged him to hold onto her. She had never wanted anyone holding on her collar that much.

The mother walked closer to the rooftop still calling on her daughter, making matter worse for the girl. Unknown to her, her voice had caused the pervert to release her daughter from his grip, letting her fall to her doom. Mildred threw her hands and legs in the air, trying to hold unto a spiritual hand that'd save her from falling to her death, but all was to no avail until...

"Dred...Mildred, wake up!" a soothing voice came from afar, pulling her away from the terror she was facing.

Mildred shot her eyes open. Her heart was still racing from the nightmare she had. It has been a while since she last had one and whenever she did, she always woke up drenched in sweat exactly the way she had woken up today. She sat up and placed both of her hands over her chest, taking in several deep breaths when she noticed the presence of Mladen that startled her. She could have sworn the voice that had woken her up was that of her mother, not Mladen's. She rubbed her blurry eyes, with the thought 'what is it?' running in her mind. But before she could let out her thought, Mladen said some words she couldn't catch up and walked out of her room. The fact that Mladen was in her room had left her mystified for the brother she knew hardly did. Though she was curious, she let it slide for she needed some rest.

The girl threw herself back on her bed and closed her eyes. All she wanted was five minutes peace and quiet to regain herself from that horrific nightmare; to distance her mind from those piercing green eyes and frosty hair, but how could she, when her head wouldn't stop replaying the appearance of the green-eyed stranger? She groaned and opened her eyes. Maybe she needed more than just a rest to get those looks out of her head. She flipped out of her bed, wore her flip-flops and walked towards her door.

Immediately after she unlocked her door and stepped out, she was struck by a flashback on the right side of her head. She moaned before placing her hand over the side of her head. For a moment, it felt like she could see a clown, in a second she was pleading and banging at Mladen's door, being chased into a room by a bunch of creepy dolls with knives, and out of nowhere a guy suddenly appeared in front of her. She snapped back to reality with a gasp. What was that? As her eyes wandered in the corridor like it was searching for the answers to her question, she noticed Mladen's door. Gently, she placed a mild knock on it. When she got no respond, she opened the door and walked in.

When her eyes were done examining the room, when it has sent her no sign of Mladen, she decided to leave his room. She was about leaving when she noticed a photo standing on a table close to the door. In the photo was her brother, smiling. She picked up the photo to take a closer look at his smile, that smile she hadn't seen in a long time. Staring at his photo, it almost felt like she could hear his adorable laughter. She smiled, averting her eyes from the photo. It suddenly felt like she could see a moving train with a flash light and Mladen running into the railway. She quickly pulled herself away from the past.

She kept the photo that seemed to awaken those long dead memories. She glanced at the room once more before deciding to leave. Opening the door, she heard muttering. She stopped. She walked towards the bathroom door, thinking Mladen was in there, probably talking to himself which would be really weird. She placed her ear on the door carefully, trying to catch the words but none made complete sense. The voice was really faint and the words were in form of incantations. Her ear was still resting on the door when Mladen opened it, almost falling her into the bathroom.

"Ah!" she cried, regaining her balance. "Mladen, what was that?"

"This is my room. Yours is there." He looked at the door, pointing his forefinger at it.

"I mean, why were you in my room?"

"Mum's home."

"For real?"

He nodded.

"What was it you were saying in the bathroom earlier?"

He pointed the way out for her.

"Mladen, wait-"

He frowned and pointed the way out for her in a demanding and aggressive manner. She sighed and walked out.

As she walked downstairs, the sight of her parents made her beamed.

"Mum, dad!" She ran towards her parents pulling them into a group hug. It was good to have them home. She wasn't expecting them to be back by now, but there they were, already home. In pyjamas?

"Are those pj's?" the baffled daughter inquired. Maybe her brain still wasn't vivid from all the nightmares she had.

"Yes, sweetie. Is that a crime now?" her mother asked with a slight amusement in her tone. Mildred pulled out from the group hug, staring at her parents.

Just then, her father's phone rang. Mildred sighed, rolling her eyes. She wish she could smash that phone that always managed to snatch her father away from her. He brought out his phone only to find out it was from work.

"I'm sorry, but I really need to take this," he took permission before walking away from his wife and daughter who had given him a 'go-ahead, it's fine' kinda nod, along with a small smile. Once he had walked away from them, the mother and daughter threw their attention back at each other.

"As I was saying, I thought you guys went to work in suits and not in pj's?"

"Yes, we did, but the screams brought us back home," her mother said, walking towards the sofa where she took a seat.

"What screams?" Mildred asked, rushing towards her mother.

Mrs. Richardson looked at her daughter who was standing in front of her with curiosity written all over her face.

"It was about 3am when my phone rang. I almost had a panic attack when I saw the caller was Mladen, he has never called me before. When I answered the phone, all I heard were your screams."

"My screams?" The bemused teenager was mystified by what she heard. She couldn't remember screaming so early. She sat beside her mother, waiting for her to elucidate her words; those words that'd quash her curiosity.

"Your dad and I took permission to leave the company. When we got home we heard screams, but before we ran upstairs the screams has ceased. We checked your rooms, you were sleeping peacefully while Mladen was wide awake. The only thing he said was; Mildred was screaming. We asked why but he shook his head and went to bed. Your dad and I concluded that you were probably having a nightmare."

Mildred sighed at the word nightmare. The scary movie she had watched last night must have sent her the nightmare. The same one that had petrified Mladen and almost gave her mother a panic attack. She felt really bad.

"I'm really sorry, mum. You were right. Horror movies just isn't good for me. I shouldn't have watched it last night," she apologized, prostrated.

Mrs. Richardson placed her hand on Mildred's chin and gently rose her head up, smiling at her. "I'd have grounded you if I'd found out myself but making mistakes is just the way of life, but gathering courage, decorum and responsibility to admit your wrong and apologize for it, makes you special. You keep making me proud, young lady." Mildred smiled as her mother laid a passionate kiss on her forehead. She locked her arms around her mother's slim waist and rested her head on her mother's chest, while her mother wrapped her arms around her neck, and rested the side of her face on Mildred's head.

"So tell me, what did you do yesterday?"

"Nothing much. The house is so dirty, I couldn't walk around," Mildred muttered.

"Talked everything out with Mildred?" Mr. Richardson asked, walking towards his wife and child after receiving his call. They pulled out from the hug and looked at him.

"Yes, hun. Who was that?"

"From the company, they need us. We've got an hour to get back to work. I also received a call from Florida, they said our car has been shipped to Centreview."

"For real? That's great!" Mildred cheered.

"I know, right? We'll probably get it on our way back home, Milly darling."

"Yeah, but for now we need to get ready for work, hun," Mr. Richardson said.

While the parents were at work, Mildred struggled to endure the headache she was having. She believed the nightmares and flashbacks had something to do with it. It was surely going to be a long day.

After a long day of doing whatever pleases them in the mansion, the ghosts gathered in the wizard's room, rejoicing over their little victory. They could remember vividly the petrified look on Mildred's face when the pervert had appeared in front of her. That wasn't meant to happen but since it scared her so, it was worth it. Everyone but the pervert seemed to be enjoying the conversation of what had happened the previous night. When the pervert could no longer bear the anger that was pounding on his chest, he stood up from the wizard's bed where he was sitting.

"I can't believe she passed out from seeing me!" he cried. "Does that mean I am more horrifying than those creepy dolls and disgusting clown?"

"You know, she didn't have to spill out the exact words," the prankster said humorously, cracking up the wizard and nerd. That stirred up the pervert's anger, causing him to send a daggering stare at each of them, swiping that facetious look off their faces.

"I mean, take a look at me." The pervert snapped his fingers and a handmirror appeared in his hand. Looking at himself in the mirror, he continued, "Frosty hair; one in a million." He passed his fingers through his hair, winking at himself.

Frosty hair? But all ghosts had frosty hair. His brothers couldn't understand what he was flaunting about.

"Pointed nose, attractive emerald eyes..."

The prankster was shocked, for what he could see were a pair of green eyes, piercing and glowing in a ghoulish spooky way. Only his eyes could scare every living soul out of Centreview, but the prankster came to understand that the saying was true, love is indeed blind.

"Kissable lips," he paused and smirked, "gorgeous smiles."

His brothers cringed at the flaunty words that flew out of his mouth. He turned towards the nerd and prankster who were sitting on the settee.

"Ain't I just handsome?" he asked.

"Library." The nerd snapped his fingers and off the library he went.

"Gross." The prankster cringed. At the snap of his fingers, he disappeared.

The pervert smirked and snapped his fingers, sending the mirror back to where it belongs. He snapped his fingers again and a hairband appeared in his hand. With the hairband, he packed his frosty medium length hair into a ponytail but the front and back of his hair fell out of the ponytail since they were shorter than the other part of his hair, giving him a messy but yet attractive look. He pulled a seat towards the wizard who was seated on his comfy chair backing his working table, and sat on it.

"How was it?"

"What?" the wizard asked.

"What did the ancient one say about you not being able to create that potion?"

"Anger. He said I needed to chill out, but I'm chill enough to make a potion."

"Are you?" the pervert asked, smirking.

"Yes, I am."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," the impatient wizard gushed out.

"Are you sure, sure? Like sure, sure, sure? How sure is your sureness? For sur-"

"Yes, I'm sure!" he roared, hitting the table. The word sure was really starting to get on his nerves.

"And there goes the anger. The word 'sure' shouldn't even get to you. Ancient one was right, you really need to chill out, bro." The pervert shrugged and stood up.

The wizard let out a sigh. "It's just that you and those pesky humans have your little ways of stirring up my anger."

The pervert smirked and snapped his fingers, disappearing to the window. He sat on the window, looking outside while the wizard turned his chair back to the table where he kept most of his potions.

As the pervert looked out through the window, he saw two cars driving into their street. He was expecting the cars to drive pass but they ended up parking in front of their gate. It was odd, for no one had ever parked their cars in front of their house. But in time he realised the cars belonged to the Richardsons. He watched as Mildred ran towards the gate to welcome in her parents.

"I think the new family just brought in two flashy cars for us to play with." The pervert snickered, turning towards his brother.

"Oh, no, they didn't."

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I'm sorry for the super late update, I've been really busy. I'll try updating but it'll be really slow. I'd really appreciate it if you could stick with me till the end. So tell me, was this chapter confusing?

^Love, Naomi^